Marcelo D2 — 4:20 song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "4:20" by Marcelo D2.
Lyrics
Claro pô, que onda careca desse cara, corta esse papo
Essa merda vai explodir um dia desses
Essa merda só vai explodir quando a gente acabar com todo o fumo que tem em
cima do planeta
The bell’s ringing and I know
Now it’s 4: 20
Now it’s 4: 20
Now it’s 4: 20
Right now it’s 4: 20
Essa aqui é pra malandragem que não treme e nem corre dos homem
E pras ruas que ainda chamam o meu nome
Eu vou fazendo a minha parada
Primeiro, eu pego a seda, o bagulho dixavado
Então eu jogo na seda, é porque isso vem da terra
Então muito obrigado, Senhor
Já tá enrolado, dá o fogo, por favor
Tipo de neguim que voa e só de primeira classe
Se tá na tua mão, puff puff and pass
O mundo continua girando, o kush vai queimando
Pior que falador, continua falando
Mas eu vou te dar um papo que os amigos avisa
Vai na tua paranoia mas não corta minha brisa
É que a cerveja tá gelada, irmão, daquele jeito
O bagulho dixavado, daquele jeito
O boné já tá pro lado, o tênis desamarrado
O som do carro ligado
Eu vou daquele jeito, sei que
The bell’s ringing and I know
Now it’s 4: 20
Now it’s 4: 20
Now it’s 4: 20
Right now it’s 4: 20
Cheira esse mato aqui, bicho
Lyrics translation
Of course, what a bald wave of this guy, cut this chat
That shit's gonna blow one of these days.
This shit will only explode when we finish all the smoke we have in
top of the planet
The bell's ringing and I know
Now it's 4: 20
Now it's 4: 20
Now it's 4: 20
Right now it's 4: 20
This one is for trickery that does not tremble and does not run from men
And the streets that still call my name
I'll make my stop
First, I take the Silk, the dixavado bag
So I play on the Silk, it's because it comes from the Earth
So thank you very much, Sir
It's already rolled up, give the fire, please
Type of flying neguim and only first class
If it's in your hand, puff puff and pass
The world keeps spinning, the kush is burning
Worse than talker, keep talking
But I'll give you a chat that friends warns
Go in your paranoia but don't cut my breeze
The beer's cold, brother, like that
The dixavado bag, like that
The cap is already on the side, the sneakers untied
Car sound on
I go that way, I know that
The bell's ringing and I know
Now it's 4: 20
Now it's 4: 20
Now it's 4: 20
Right now it's 4: 20
Smell that bush here, bug